Andrew looked at the coffin and tried to remember who was inside it. It was a
man—he was sure of that. But, horrifyingly, the name escaped him. He thought
he'd narrowed it down to either John or James, but Jake had just made a late
bid for consideration. It was inevitable, he supposed, that this had
happened. He'd been to so many of these funerals it was bound to at some
point, but that didn't stop him from feeling an angry stab of self-loathing.
If he could just remember the name before the vicar said it, that would be
something. There was no order of service, but maybe he could check his work
phone. Would that be cheating? Probably. Besides, it would have been a tricky
enough maneuver to get away with in a church full of mourners, but it was
nearly impossible when the only other person there apart from him was the
vicar. Ordinarily, the funeral director would have been there as well, but he
had e-mailed earlier to say he was too ill to make it. Unnervingly, the
vicar, who was only a few feet away from Andrew, had barely broken eye
contact since he'd started the service. Andrew hadn't dealt with him before.
He was boyish and spoke with a nervous tremor that was amplified
unforgivingly by the echoey church.
Source: Something to live for, Richard Roper, page 1.
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Besides, it would have been a tricky enough maneuver to get away with in a
church full of mourners, but it was nearly impossible when the only other
person there apart from him was the vicar.
況且，就算是在一個擠滿弔客的教堂裡，這麼可疑的行動都很難避人耳目了，更別說現在
他的周圍只有牧師一個人，這幾乎成了不可能的任務。